2003-07-20 - 4:45 p.m.
stewing in your poignancy
what a rife philosophy
consider what will never be
distracted by this enemy:
the tyrant of the urgency
forcing you to be constrained
by urges from this torrid reign
the king of the must-do domain
I haven't got time for the pain
but here's that peddlar once again
soliciting the novacaine
numbing cells within the brain
charming spells which bind the chain
around the lair that you call home
at rest within the comfort zone
a constant, steady, muted tone
serenades you on its own
you sleep within its gentle trap
infected by its mental clap
rejecting contradictory crap
those photon beats of pulsar rap
Perhaps you just aren't into this
advance course, "photosynthesis"
which permeates your nothingness
with catalytic fingertips
massaging, prodding, kneading you
nourishing and feeding you
gently guiding, leading you
with parables, reseeding you
but long before I'm gone (and after)
you'll look back on me with laughter
because the writing's on the rafter
"this end up" and "kiss my plaster"
I'm not here to smoke your blount
coke your junk, stroke your crunk
it's one sweet deal (more than a stunt)
to offer this to everyrunt
every size and every race
thick in the thighs, pizza face,
stupid, wise or mental case,
bad with guys and lacking grace,
cow sag eyes, ugly bump,
winner, loser, just got dumped,
cute asian girl, pleasantly plump,
princess, ghetto, nice round rump...
this love is unconditionally
apportioned democratically
I'm blind to you, you're blind to me
except for those of you I see
bandwidth ties are superficial
there's no way to be judicial
I could be the interstitial
you don't know me -- it's official
atleast we all have air-condition...
time for mystery and suspicion
pre-posturing of proposition
virtual thought intermission
flirtatious art -- the clean rendition
do the math (it's not addition)
it's more akin to perfect fission
catalytically dishin'
what it takes for you to break
away from every rash mistake
that makes it easy to forsake
the things that matter in the wake
of every being that you meet
the commerce of this cosmic street
the interchange of pulse and beat
to rearrange what's incomplete
prioritize the avenues
which safely practice learning clues
and even when you sing the blues
there'll be someone there to amuse
you have to know there's no excuse
in fact, it's borderline abuse
to give in to all ways obtuse
if you're not here, then what's the use?
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